But then FJ looks up at me, his tortured gray gaze finding mine, his face twisted in a strange combination of lust and agony.
And that’s all it takes.
My she-wolf propels me out of the closet, past Olafr. Not stopping until I’m colliding with FJ on the bed.
He catches me, hands encasing my wide hips, as he takes my mouth in a hot kiss. But then to my shock, the world spins, and I find myself on top of him, looking down at him as he sits with me in his lap.
“Cannot take you in the way of the wolf,” he explains, his voice coarse with need. “Would hurt you. Must do this in the female’s position…”
Other than this, there is no sweetness from him. No second kiss. Just stone cold necessity and the bump of his hand between our bodies as he guides his cock into my entrance.
I cry out. But not because of pain. There isn’t any this time, only sweet relief as he pushes into my clenching space. So hard and hot, I’m surprised there isn’t an audible sizzle from below as he starts thrusting himself into my soaked pussy.
It feels so damn good. Like I’ve been waiting my whole life to have him inside me. And for once, I don’t feel awkward in my own skin. Sex with FJ feels like the most natural thing in the world. And when I start moving my hips up and down on his cock, it’s like I’m simply meeting a basic need. Food. Water. This.
“Yes, Varra, yes,” FJ says, easily adjusting to my rhythm. “Give me your wolf.”
We move in unison below our waist, like a mindless creature, whose roar comes out as the sound of our bodies urgently slapping together. And soon I feel something building inside me. A pleasure like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It makes me want to…want to…to…
Before I can even think to stop myself, my teeth bite into his shoulder. Hard. Clamping on to him with a desire so primal, a hot bolt of liquid pleasure spikes through me when I taste his warm blood, salty on my tongue.
“Varra…!”
I can sense the moment FJ knows he’s going to lose control, because he wraps his arms around me, holding on for dear life. He even grabs a handful of my yarn locs, like he’s afraid I’ll fly away if he doesn’t keep me completely anchored to him.
With my breasts crushed into his chest, he starts pistoning into me and I’m instantly overwhelmed. I can feel him everywhere, inside and outside my hypersensitive body.
For minutes on end there’s nothing but the wild slapping of his hips into mine, and then...
Everything explodes with a pleasure so keen, it threatens to rip me right out of my skin. I understand then why FJ gave me the full anchor treatment, because I fly so high, I’m sure I would have disappeared into the sky above if not for him holding me down.
FJ yells out soon after I start coming back down to earth, flooding me with his seed. Right before he knots inside me.
My body reacts like a live power line—after someone has flipped the switch on the voltage. I scream into his shoulder as a second climax overtakes me.
It’s too much! Too much!
I’m half afraid my heart is going to give out, it’s so intense. Could I actually die from this?
My wolf responds to my panicked human with blissed out disregard for my well-being.
Worth it. So worth it.
How can this be happening? I’d never even been kissed until yesterday. Much less imagined I could have this kind of sex with this kind of guy.#p#分页标题#e#
Eventually I come down again. And a long time after that, the ringing in my ears finally stops. Then my vision clears and I can once again see and hear.
“Varra, fare thee well?” a voice asks inside my head. The same accent as Olafr, but not the same voice. Smoother, more formal, with a hint of steel lining its edges.
“FJ,” I say, smiling against his shoulder…which I then realize I’m still biting.
Aaaand cue the return of Awkward Tee.
“Oh…ah…sorry,” I think to him.
Without much grace, I unclamp my teeth and try to sit up. Only to find I can’t because we’re still knotted, with my pussy milking his dick for every last drop of its baby-making semen.
Seriously, could this get any more awkward?
“You have embarrassment because of our joining now,” FJ says into my head.
He exchanges an amused look over my shoulder, and then Olafr’s voice pops up in my mind. “Do not have embarrassment, Varra. It is but natural.”
Olafr! I remember with an inner gasp. He’s been in the room all along. While FJ and I were going at it like, well, wolves. And something tells me he wasn’t spending that time flipping through that old issue of Us Weekly someone left on my nightstand.